my name is dirty girl. i am also a big giant girl with sores on my skin. i yearn for the touch of DDD. Dirty Doctor Dan. while my fiancé fucks me i think of what it would be like to crawl around his big fat folds searching for his cock. once i fond it, through his big red pants and horse balls, i thirst for his mountain dew cum. i can't help but remember the first time he fucked me in atlanta georgia.
his deep breaths puff as he walked up the stairs made my pussy throb. i can't explain the burning i felt as the drops touched my psoriasis scabs. i yearned for his delicious cum as i knew it would heal my psoriasis/scabbies. i yearned for the thought of searching with rigor for his cock in his folds. everytime i see him in his red sweatpants i can't help but feel beads of wetness fall through my loose puss. while in atlanta georgia, through the conferences, all i could think of was him and the things he'd do to me if we were alone.
he looked at me from across the conference hall and i could feel his razor gaze on my scabs. he approached me with pure passion, aka huffs of air as he waddled too fast. seeing him waddle that way, i knew that night i would make him mine.
i couldn't take the tension anymore. i waddled away from him, making my way to the elevator, because i'm too large to take the stairs. before the doors could close, he stuck his big large orthopedic shoe in the door. he walked in and pressed floor 19, the same floor as mine. he turned to me, and asked me why i waddled away. i couldn't look him in the eye, all i could think about was the wetness gliding down my cellulite ridden thighs. all of a sudden the elevator halts.
